A day in the life living on the world race. This blog is nothing more than a funny story.
This month, our living conditions are about as luxurious as they get on the race. We have a bed, a shower, a flushing toilet, running water, air condition, and a washing machine.
On the world race, we’re lucky to have two of those at the same time, much less all of them at once.
The only downside to our current living situation is mice.
We’ve currently caught (and killed) 16 mice. And trust me, there are still so many more.
Mind you, killing mice is new for me this month. Killing anything is new for me this month.
Growing up, if there was a wasp or a cockroach found alive in my room, I stared at it, watching it’s every move while I yelled for my dad or brothers to come immediately.
My tolerance of living with bugs pre world race were low. In fact, my tolerance was non existent. Most of you would probably agree.
And the first four months of the race, I was on a team with guys who would take care of any bug problems, if necessary.
But this month, that tolerance was thrown out the window. Here’s a glimpse into what world race standards look like month 8. Spoiler alert: they’ve lowered, a lot.
Yesterday, two of the girls on this team were upset about the mice getting stomped on. And that’s when I said in full certainty, “If they had stayed on the ground, they could have lived.”
Last week, I was legitimately okay with sharing my living space with mice. They were crawling on the ground and it didn’t even phase me. It was kind of like a constant game of hide and go seek or Where’s Waldo, mouse edition.
That’s what world race standards look like month 8.
But then, a few days later, sharing our living space turned into sharing our beds. Yup. You read that right. The mice decided to crawl on people soon after the lights were turned off. Luckily I’ve found a liking for top bunks this year. Meaning, I haven’t been crawled on yet, PTL. (PTL = Praise the Lord).
That’s when we bought the mouse traps. But Malaysia doesn’t have the kind of mouse traps that kill them. They only have sticky traps. So once they get stuck, we hear them whine in captivity until we take action.
Apparently they’ll chew their own legs off just to get free (luckily that hasn’t happened yet).
So Alyssa and I have been sharing my top bunk for the past two weeks and plan to for the remainder of the month so that she doesn’t have to wake up to another mouse crawling over her.
When on the world race, right?
